Marque of Caine – Snippet 49

by | Jul 3, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

This book is available now so this is the last snippet. Marque of Caine – Snippet 49 Chapter Thirty-Three May, 2124 Washington, D.C., Earth In the same drab Arlington office complex, Kyle Seaver held the elevator door open for Lorraine Phalon. “Such...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 48

by | Jul 1, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 48 Chapter Thirty-Two May, 2124 Washington, D.C., Earth In the windowless bowels of a ubiquitous Arlington office complex, Richard Downing studied his image on a wall-sized video monitor. The footage was from three years ago: his face...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 47

by | Jun 28, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 47 Chapter Thirty-One May, 2124 Orbiting Glamqoozht, BD+80 238 Irzhresht looked away from the six holographic readouts that were positioned around her head and reflected in her large eyes. “Third Arbiter Glayaazh is aboard.”...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 46

by | Jun 26, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 46 Riordan felt a vague chill creep down his spine. “What kind of effects?” Nlastanl waved a hand. “That we cannot say. We know very little of them, and I am not permitted to share more than I already have. But be...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 45

by | Jun 24, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 45 Eyes shifted toward Glayaazh. She spread her fingers wide upon the table before her. Her voice was soft, almost entreating. “Caine Riordan, just because the Custodians possess an investigatory capability, it does not invariably...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 44

by | Jun 21, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 44 Guessing that its large body was highly resilient to blunt force blows, Caine aimed low. He swung the tube sharply, snapping his wrists over just before impact. The tube split as it smashed into the large yoomdai’s left leg,...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 42

by | Jun 17, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 42 Chapter Twenty-Eight May, 2124 Glamqoozht, BD+80 238 Five days later, after Caine and Alnduul met the escort sent by Nlastanl, they emerged from the interface terminal into yet another perfect day on Glamqoozht. But only briefly: the...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 41

by | Jun 14, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 41 Chapter Twenty-Seven May, 2124 Glamqoozht, BD+80 238 Nlastanl was the first to realize that Riordan really did intend to remain silent. The Senior Arbiter raised a finger to still disapproving murmurs. “Perhaps there is a...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 40

by | Jun 12, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 40 All four creatures walked calmly toward the disks that jockeyed lazily, endlessly, along the margin between the concourse and the slideway. Caine realized he’d been staring. “What . . . what are they?” “I am...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 39

by | Jun 10, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 39 Chapter Twenty-Six May, 2124 Glamqoozht, BD+80 238 Alnduul closed the comm link to Glamqoozht’s port authority. “We have just received permission to travel planetside, Caine Riordan.” Riordan looked up from the...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 38

by | Jun 7, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 38 “Exosapients. The ones you conjectured were watching over us. The ones who made it necessary for hostile aliens to resort to the subterfuge of the Doomsday Rock.” Corcoran’s eyes opened wide. “Are they, the...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 37

by | Jun 5, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 37 Chapter Twenty-Five April, 2124 Rooaioo’q, BD +66 582 When Riordan re-entered the lab, Thlunroolt was once again seated behind the crescent table. His tone was less jocular. “My regrets for the delay, Caine Riordan. It...

Marque of Caine – Snippet 35

by | May 31, 2019 | GannonSnippets, Snippets

Marque of Caine – Snippet 35 Riordan forced himself to take a deep breath. The voice, the face, the small gestures, the nuanced shift between facial expressions that were as unique to Nolan Corcoran as his fingerprints: Christ, how did they do this? “So,...